The Primordial Record - Chapter 1273: The Limit of Infinity (6)
Chapter 1273: The Limit of Infinity (6)
Rowan could not acquire the entire vision of the future, he had been able to witness nearly the entire life experience of the Reflection before directing it towards the position he wanted and then he ended its life.
He could not take any chances, he must be the only one who knew that he could travel to the future, it was a secret that he couldn’t trust himself, using the singularity World Stele was a necessary evil, one that Rowan had already made plans for, but he was still playing that card close to the chest.
Rowan began his chanting once again, yet only with close observation would it be revealed that the words he used were slightly different. After creating his first Reflection, his Knowledge Well Chamber had been hard at work further enhancing the process that could be easily regarded as already perfect, plus the experiences his Reflection had made through its long life had changed some of Rowan’s perspective on life, and he applied those changes to his new creation.
The process went nearly the same as before, yet instead of millions of reflections staring at him, there were barely a million here. The process of selection was even more grueling, Rowan would be impacting a different set of powers to the second Reflection and he needed it to be more perfect than the first.
As the completion of the second Reflection neared, Rowan began to sense the incoming danger as he had once experienced during the first, but this time it was different, far lesser than he had first experienced, by this time he had already found himself in the desert, however, this time it was different.
Changing the procedure for the creation of the second Reflection was not just to make it more efficient, it would also be far harder to track. He knew that he could not totally avoid this summon, because it was an inevitable process of creating a Reflection, but he would hide from it as much as possible.
When the eyes of this Reflection opened inside the frozen road, he seemed to have heard a disbelieving cry of anger from somewhere and he looked around for a moment but he detected no one, except a faint sense of heat and the smell of sand.
Rowan looked within himself he had access to only a single Ouroboros Serpent, and dozing on his shoulder was a small white form, who sneezed violently as the cold air of the Frozen Road entered its nostrils and red eyes opened filled with violence and Vraeger roared but a look from Rowan transformed what would have been a long roar into a choked cough,
“Father, what is this place, it is not inside your dimension, the air here is empty and the voices of those floating heads are giving me a migraine… ugh.”
“We are in the Frozen Waste, Vraegar. I am here to find the road to take on my journey. Look in the distance, my child, and see the realm of eternities that have opened before us, and now we only need to find the road that is our own, but you are right…”
Rowan looked at the six massive heads above, and he frowned, “The sound they are making is truly unpleasant, is it not? There should be a message within, it should not take long for me to decipher it.”
Those words came back to haunt him as Rowan found himself spending a thousand years creating a book that recorded all the words from the heads that he now knew as the Sirens, but he did not complete the last page.
Over these thousand years, he had discussed with Vraeger all the possible paths that he would be taking, and finally, they had settled into heading towards the realm of the Celestials.
There were many reasons why Rowan thought that he should follow this path, among the many things that he was, he was also a Celestial Creator, and although he understood that this was a detail that he needed to keep under wraps while he was in the realm of Celestials, the chance to learn about the birthplace of Angels was too invaluable to give up.
This journey would be dangerous, but Rowan knew no better way to enhance the process of his creation which would directly affect one of the most critical pillars of his entire power structure. There was great risk in entering the lands of Angels with their strict sense of hierarchy and their inherent pride, perfection, and sheer supremacy.
Vraegar at this point in time could not follow Rowan into the Celestial lands, and so Rowan sent him into the first level of the Great Abyss, with his powers, Vraeger would be able to easily gain more experience and his growth would be unchecked, in the Celestial lands he would most likely be killed due to his mutant status as a vampiric dragon that could drain everything around him given enough time. He was a dragon that was a perfect fit for the Great Abyss, at least until he could grow strong enough before he could venture into other lands and become a great source of power for Rowan.
Taking the form of an Angel at first, Rowan ventured into the lands of the Celestial, a realm that was not only infinite in size but whose inhabitant often patrolled the rest of reality, keeping balance and punishing evil. As an Angel his life was a brief flash barely lasting a thousand years before he was drowned under the tides of endless battle.
The life of a normal Angel was not an easy one, and although he only lasted a thousand years as one, Rowan had learnt a lot, and he kept taking this form, wishing to know how long he could survive as an Angel.
After a hundred tries the most years he could live was a million years. At this point he had explored everything that it would mean for him to be an Angel, and Rowan pushed ahead and took the form of an Archangel.
